3rd Person POV
"Soul!" Maka shouted; jolting herself upright in bed. She had just woken up. Soul came bursting through the door and nearly tripping over his own feet, he asked if she was doing okay. "I'm f-f-f-f-fine." He didn't like the way she was acting, so he hugged her tightly. She squeaked from the slight pain and Soul jerked back; almost making himself fall onto the floor.
"Do you... Remember anything?" Soul hoped that she did. Then he wouldn't of had to go through it again.
"All of it..." Maka was shaking and blood became apparent on her clothing.
"Wait right here..!" Soul ran out of her room and quickly returned with a first aid kit. He examined where she was bleeding and thought that it would be better to have his patient on the couch. Lifting her up carefully, she squeaked again, but soon found herself comfortable on the couch.
"Why am I on the couch?"
"It's easier to treat your wounds... But you need to take off your shirt," Soul stated as plainly as he could, but all he got was a look and that made him want to back away but there was a table blocking him.
"And my bra?"
"Yeah..."
"Why can't I do it?"
"Because I don't want you to get a fright."
"That bad..?"
"Unfortunately."
"Okay... I'm guessing you washed me off or else you wouldn't have known how bad it was, right?"
"Yeah, well shirt and bra off now!" Maka hesitantly unbuttoned her pajama top and set it aside, and once she had gotten rid of her clean bra too she didn't dare look down. She already had a peek at herself last night. Soul peeled of the makeshift bandages and applied cream to the wounds. Maka hissed in pain, but it had no comparison to last night. After Soul had finished and she had put her clothes back on, Soul put the kit away once he made sure that nothing else was bleeding. In the kitchen he heard her yell.
"Holy shit! We're late for school, Soul!" Maka was about to run but her knees buckled beneath her. Soul walked over to her calmly and held her face in his hands.
"No school today - Death's orders."
"Lord Death?"
"I had to tell him... It's a long story..."
"Please tell me..."
"If that is your wish," Soul said whilst carrying her towards her bedroom and set her down on her bed.
"So... What happened?"
"Basically... I called Death, brought you over, Spirit was there, I told them what happened but not in vivid detail so don't worry, your father left after he had prepared the bath for you, Death told me to clean you and I did, your father came back with the clothes you're wearing now, as I was dressing you we talked and then he left again, Death came back but he was watching me the whole time, and I brought you back home."
"Papa saw me... Naked?"
"Nooooo, I dressed you before I took you there and turned around when I was putting you in clean clothes!"
"Oh, thank Shinigami! But he knows... How did he..?"
"He reacted pretty... Well, he was really shocked. Shinigami-san was calm, but scared as well."
"Oh... Okay..." The room fell silent for around about 15 minutes. They had been thinking about a lot of things.
"Soul... Go to school... I don't want you to be stuck in the house all day with me. Go! You have... Five minutes!"
"Okay, okay! I'm going! Will you be okay?"
"Yes! Just go! It's terrible when you get behind on work!" At that, Soul smirked and promised that he would bring her her homework. Once Soul had left the house, Maka got up and searched every room until she was certain that he had left. She went back to her room and pulled out one of her drawers beside her bed. There were many things in that drawer, but she only had her eyes set on one thing. Her cutting knife.
Maka's POV
Soul was gone... And I am now alone. Finally. It hurt to see his caring face stare at me. Why did he wash me? Didn't he feel pain? I know I would... I ran the knife along my arm and thought of the past. I used to be emo all of the time; mainly because I felt worthless to Soul. Why did I have to cheat on him? I put him through so much. I want to die because of all of this... I really am weak. At the thought of being weak, I slowly slit across my arm. I am not getting pregnant now! Not at 14! Wait... It's my birthday today. I realized that it was the day I hurt Soul the most, I was raped, my Papa and Death knows about it and they saw me weak, and it is my birthday. A perfect day to end this life... But I told myself that I'd do it slowly. Or else I wouldn't deserve it.
Soul's POV
Maka... I was heading towards Black*Star; who had started a fight with Kid. It was now after school and I had been thinking of Maka the entire day. Stein knows what happened and he had told me some frightening news when I asked for Maka's homework. I shook my head loose before his words were able to travel to the surface of my mind. I stuffed her homework into my bag.
"Hey! If it isn't Soul!" Black*Star shouted.
"Where's Maka?" asked Kid.
"Oh, she has food poisoning from last night's dinner," I lied.
"Oh dear! We should probably go see if she's okay!" suggested Tsubaki.
"No!" The gang looked over at me suspiciously.
"Why can't we? Why can't we?" asked Patty.
"She's probably sleeping and we wouldn't want to wake her up, duh!" Liz spoke up; which saved my life.
"Yeah... She said she'd probably just sleep the entire day," I said.
"Okay! Tell her to feel better!" Patty asked for the gang.
"Sure. See ya!"
"Bye!" they all said in unison. She better be sleeping...
Maka's POV
"Gagh!" I shouted loudly; automatically covering my mouth. Shut up, Maka! You've cut yourself before! Just not like this... I was slicing both of my arms at this point. A bottle of sleeping pills were next to me; on the side of the bathtub. The water was stained red from my blood. This has to be the end... I was crying hard because of everything I had thought about before this act took place. My body didn't look good either, which helped me perform the current act. My arm stings from the slits and blood was still continuing to pump out of them. I grabbed the bottle and poured out the entire container. Even now I'm still hesitant... I've attempted suicide before, but this had to be it.
"Maka! I'm home!" Shit, Soul's home...
"I'm in the bathroom!" I put the knife down and grabbed a ton of pills. I wasn't ready to die yet... Not like this.
"Okay! I have your homework here on the kitchen table!"
"Goodbye... Soul," I said with tears spilling over and rolling down my face.
"What did you say...? Maka? MAKA?" He burst through the door, but it was too late. I had already left.
